Trustful Hands - The Dø

We are sentimental animals

We are undercover criminals

We were meant to make a thing or two

Meant to break the laws of gravity too

Hold on, go slow

Lights out, let go

Stay put, at ease

Breath out, then in

Creatures like me

Easily sucked in

When I dance in disorder

Do I want to

Make sense at all

Burn bridges, lose ground

Bite the dust for a while

Where's order when it's needed?

Oh no no no no

Not this time, it

Comes and goes

Chaos is my second home

I don't mind

Where I land

As long as I'm in trustful hands